BRIGHT the vision that delighted
Once the sight of Judah’s seer;
Sweet the countless tongues united
To entrance the prophet’s ear:‘Lord, Thy glory fills the Heaven;Earth is with its fulness stored;Unto Thee be glory given,Holy, holy, holy Lord!’

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Round the Lord in glory seated
Cherubim and seraphim
Filled His temple, and repeated
Each to each the alternate hymn:

3

Heaven is still with glory ringing,
Saints take up the angels’ cry,
‘Holy, holy, holy,’ singing,
‘Lord of hosts, Thou Lord most high’:

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With His seraph-train before Him,
With His ransomed church below,
Thus unite we to adore Him,
Bid we now our praises flow: